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  I swallowed. “Yes, master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …”

  His warm hand brushed along my neck and cupped around my face. “I just want to enjoy a nice meal with you right now.” His hand slipped from my face down my shoulder and around my back. Goose bumps formed all over my body as he slipped his hand down my back and grabbed my butt tight. He kept his other hand in his pocket.

  The buzzing began again. I gasped and squeezed my legs together, little moans escaping my mouth.

  He chuckled. “I love feeling you writhe against me.”

  The humming stopped again and I could breathe. He took his hand from his pocket and showed me the remote control. “I like being in control of your pleasure. I’ll take this with me for tonight.”

  My eyes widened. “You want to do that at the restaurant?”

  “Ah, ah, Julie, I don’t tolerate protests. You’ll keep the vibrator inside you and I’ll use this remote as I see fit. I grant you permission to enjoy.”

  A sly smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me gaping. “Now, let’s go.”

  He took my arm and together we walked into the corridor of the building. I was already sweating heavily when he pressed the button of the elevator. I couldn’t imagine what tonight would look like, with me being pleasured under the table during a dinner where there were other guests who could see my every move. I had to keep quiet and that was the hardest thing to do.

  As soon as the doors closed, Dominic surprised me. He pressed his body against me in a blazing attempt to corner me. I was jammed against the walls. His breathing was heavy and full of raging hormones. He looked down upon me like I was his captive.

  “I will have you tonight. I don’t know if I can withhold myself from attacking you right now.”

  Within a second his lips were on mine. He ravished my mouth, licking my tongue, forcing himself onto me. He pinned me against the wall, seizing my breasts with eager and harsh hands. He ripped open my button down shirt and slipped his hand inside to circle around my areolas and pinch my nipples. I moaned, but he silenced me with his mouth.

  When the doors of the elevator opened again, we both looked up. There was a fifty-year-old lady dressed in a leopard print outfit combined with a pink bag gawking us.

  “Excuse me for breaking up your party, but I gotta get up,” she said and stepped inside.

  Dominic immediately pushed himself off me and straightened his jacket, while I fumbled to hook my buttons back into place. The lady eyed Dominic’s full-blown erection.

  Dominic cleared his throat and took my hand to escort me outside. My cheeks were flushed with heat from embarrassment as well as arousal. He obviously didn’t care to be caught, but the way he just put his hands on my there was sexy as hell.

  “Since we’re in public now, you may address me as Dominic or Dom. Whichever you prefer.”

  “Okay, Dom,” I said. It was the same name the woman had used to address him in the text message.

  Oh, why am I thinking about this now?

  We walked out of the lobby and a white limo just came to a stop right in front of us. Dominic opened the door and held up his hand. “Hop in.”

  I got in and waited for him to walk to the other side to sit next to me. When the door closed, Dominic snapped his fingers and the chauffeur started to drive. He closed the blinds between us as well.

  Dominic’s hand dove into his pocket and he took out the remote control. I didn’t even see him press the button. The moment I felt the buzzing between my legs I clenched the seat. I giggled from the sudden delicious jolts shooting up into my sex.

  “I’m going to make you so horny, you can’t even resist me,” Dominic said. He moved closer and moved his hand up my leg, while I shivered with pleasure. I felt his warm breath near my ear and he nibbled my earlobe, flicking his tongue along it. I shuddered and held in my breath as he groaned in my ear, his fingers tightening in my flesh.

  “Do you like it, Julie?” he whispered.

  I nodded and closed my eyes as his fingers trailed their way up my thighs. Every inch he got closer, my heart beat faster, but then he stopped right before reaching my private parts. He took my hand and brought it to his pants, placing my fingers right on top of his bulge.

  “Do you feel that? That’s what controlling your pleasure does to me. Oh, I just love to see you squirm because of me.”

  Moaning, I squeezed my legs together. The jolts became fiercer, as if he had turned up the speed. He grunted like a predator and used my hand as a gear handle, guiding me over his member.

  When the car to a halt, so did the humming. Dominic released my hand and pocketed the remote again. I was still gasping, trying to catch my breath. My head felt hot and I knew I was red all over.

  A sly smile appeared on his face, and then he stepped out of the car and closed the door.

  I only had a few more seconds to calm myself, and my pussy, down before Dominic was at my side. He held up his hand as he escorted me out, smiling with a cheap grin as if nothing ever happened.

  This amount of agonizing pleasure might even kill me.

  When we went inside, a waiter approached us, but he didn’t get the chance to finish his line. Dominic had already spoken up. “I had a reservation for two at table five. Bring the best wine you’ve got. I’ll order once you return,” he said, and he took off his and my jacket and threw them on the waiter’s arms. He was fazed for a second, but then hung the coats on a stand, nodded and rushed off.

  The poor guy. Seems like he wasn’t expecting that.

  Dominic led me to our table and he even scooted back my chair for me. He was such a gentleman and yet so controlling. It was quite unusual.

  The waiter came back with a pricy bottle and poured in our glasses. He wanted to hand over the menus, but Dominic held up his hands.

  “No, thank you. We’ll have the poached salmon.”

  The waiter was gone before I could protest.

  I gaped at Dominic. “What? But I—”

  “Don’t you like salmon?”

  “Well, yeah …”

  “Then what is the problem?”

  I paused for a moment, looking into his eyes I could tell he was genuinely confused as to why I had spoken up. “Do you really have to decide everything?”

  Dominic cleared his throat. “If you hadn’t noticed, I like to have things my way. I like being in control.”

  I snorted. Control freak. I wondered why though.

  “But I don’t dictate your life to torment you. My pleasure emanates from your enjoyment. I chose this because I believe you’d enjoy this. Just like I chose you to become my next sub.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Speaking of which, what happened to your last sub, Dom?”

  His eyes lowered to the table, avoiding mine. He frowned, sucking his bottom lip. I could feel the tension growing. Why, I wasn’t sure. Did I ask the wrong question?

  “I’d rather not discuss that right now,” he said.

  The waiter arrived with our food and now the conversation was halted. Dominic ignored my lingering gaze and started cutting his fish in tiny little squares. It seemed as though he was suffering from an obsessive compulsive disorder or something, I’d read about it in a book some time. Someone with that condition had to do things in a very specific way. Well, he sure had very specific ways. Especially in the playroom.

  I swallowed a piece of salmon and the flavors soothed my throat, diminishing my urge to talk.

  “So, how was your day? Did you receive all your belongings from my assistants?” he asked.

  Shifting the topic. Great tactic. Oh well, guess I won’t be getting an answer any time soon.

  “Awesome. I unpacked my clothes and put them in your closet, if you don’t mind.”

  He looked up and smiled. “So long as you put everything neatly in place and don’t leave anything out, it’s fine.”

  I gave him a fake smile back, in the hopes of teasing him to give me more to talk about, but he wasn’t taking the
bait.

  “Did you get some writing done?” he asked.

  I took another casual bite from my salmon. “Yeah, my creative juices are back, I guess. Thanks to your lovely work.” I flashed a wink.

  He chuckled and placed his fork and knife down to take a sip from his wine. “You should try the wine, it’s delicious.”

  I picked up my glass and saw his hand dive into his pocket. Just after I’d taken a taste and put the glass back down, I felt the vibrator being turned on inside me.

  My eyes widened and I cringed. “Dom!” I whispered.

  He placed his finger on his lips and winked. I flush from the heat pooling in my belly.

  What is he doing? Why now?

  “Just enjoy your dinner, Julie,” he said with an insistent, but gentle voice. “Go on.” He pointed at my fork, and then continued eating.

  I huffed. Picking up my fork, I noticed my hands were trembling. My loin was getting sensitive and I moved around on my seat, trying to make it go away. But it only got worse.

  He reached for his pocket again and the buzzing became much, much worse. I let out a tiny moan as the vibrations between my legs made me moist.

  I pressed my lips together and looked around the room, seeing curious people gawk at me.

  “Better keep it quiet, Julie,” Dominic said, and he muffled a laugh.

  I held my legs tight, feeling the pressure build up.

  “Dom, please, stop. There are people here,” I muttered.

  “I know, but I won’t stop. Like I said, wherever and whenever I want. Just enjoy.”

  And then the vibrations were upped to a whole new level.

  I shut my eyes and my lips parted as gasps escaped my mouth. I clutched the table in agony, trying to keep myself from falling over. The sensations were mind-blowing. Too much, actually.

  My exhaling was rapid as I came apart at the table. I knew people were looking at me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. This feeling of utter domination by him and pure ecstasy given to me was overpowering. The thing inside me was squeezed together by my muscles and more vibrations came from it. Oh, it was so delicious and I yearned for more when the waves had subsided.

  I took a spoon and looked at my own reflection. My cheeks were red and I was sweating. Then I gazed at Dominic who had this cheesy, unbreakable smile on his face, which I’d loved to smack off if we weren’t in a public place.

  He fumbled around in his pocket again and soon the buzzing stopped. I was left with a strange numbness, as if my legs and groin had fallen asleep.

  Slumping back into my chair, I took my glass of wine and downed the whole thing in one go.

  We finished up our dinner in total silence, exchanging thoughtful looks every now and then. After dinner, Dominic was the same gentleman as before, scooting my chair back, putting on my coat for me, and opening the doors. As we sat down in the car again I took a large breath, still feeling overwhelmed by what just happened. Not just that, but I could still feel the egg inside me as I moved and the mere thought of the buzzing aroused me.

  “You did great, Julie. I never thought you could hold your composure like that, not after having such a heavy orgasm in a restaurant,” Dominic said after the blinds between us and the chauffeur had closed.

  He smirked at me in a way that was so goddamn sexy, I’d almost forget about the fact that he just made me come in public.

  “But you didn’t ask me if I wanted to, Dom …”

  He sat closer and took my chin between his fingers. “Hmm, but I can tell you liked it. Isn’t that more important? You don’t know those people. What does it matter?”

  I flushed and tried to turn my head away, but his fingers kept me in place. “Look at me, Julie.”

  His demanding voice was like a spell, commanding me to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were filled with hunger, lust and I could almost feel him skim my body.

  “You give me so much pleasure by fulfilling my needs. You do that. It’s all you. Don’t shy away from that,” he said.

  He planted his lips on mine and scoured my mouth for my tongue, entwining it with his. The kisses became fierier as he licked my bottom lip. His mouth smashed onto mine, like he wanted to merge with me.

  “God, Julie, I want you,” he murmured.

  Dominic’s free hand trailed its way up my leg, closing in on my privates. I moaned in his mouth and his kisses became even more fervent. The hand that he had on my chin shifted to the back of my head and he grasped my hair. When his fingers brushed my sensitive skin I gasped and he looked me straight in the eye.

  “I can’t wait ‘till we get home.” Then he moved back a little.

  Gaping at him, I was dumbfounded by his sudden retreat. Frowning, I said, “What? Why did you stop?”

  He chortled and looked at his tenting pants. “I know I’m horny, Julie, but I can wait.”

  I slid closer to him and came into his comfort zone, making him withdraw a little. “I want more, Dom. Don’t leave me like this. Not after what you put me through at the restaurant.”

  He squinted and pursed his lips. “Why? Can’t you wait? Julie, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”

  “Please, Dom,” I said and I pecked him softly on the lips. “I need this.”

  “Alright. But only because you’re begging me,” he quipped.

  He unbuttoned my pants and slipped his hand down my sex, making me shudder with delight. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying his skilled fingers working my wet panties. He jerked my pants down as I unbuttoned his. We moved awkwardly through the car, trying to get our pants off. When he was finally half-naked, he took a condom from the pocket in his jacket.

  “You carry those with you?” I said, in between kissing his neck.

  “I like to play it safe. Besides, you never know when I decide to take you.” Dominic put on his condom as I gazed at how large he was.

  “Take out the egg. We’ll clean it once we get home.” He held up a napkin that he took out of his pocket. I swallowed and held my hand under my sex. Putting a bit of pressure on it was all it needed to plop out. I handed it over to him and he folded it into the napkin and pocketed it.

  Without warning, he grabbed me by my waist and lowered me onto his lap. I gasped as the head brushed along my entrance, coaxing me to give in. He slipped inside and hissed when he’d fully entered me. I put my head back and moaned, but Dominic placed a hand on my mouth.

  “Be quiet,” he whispered. “We don’t want the driver to hear you.”

  I nodded and he took his hand off my mouth again. He unbuttoned my shirt and took my breasts out of their holders, cupping them. Nuzzling one, he pinched the other until I bit my lip.

  “Good girl,” he said, “ride that cock.” It made me even more frantic. Up and down, up and down, I pushed him deep inside of me. He placed his hand on my butt and jerked me up and down in rhythm with my movements. After releasing me, he slapped me.

  I hissed from the stinging pain, but he smacked me again.

  “Keep going,” he whispered. “Don’t stop until you come.” I entangled my fingers through his hair, sliding up and down his member as he continued to slap my ass. The pain mixed with desire was quickly burning up the heat. I could feel my body aching to come again.

  I felt it come like a wave building up to crash into me. I held my breath and opened my mouth to let the pleasure seep in. Then he bit down on my nipple.

  The harsh pain made me yelp. “Ouch!”

  I came on his lap while he had my nipples in his mouth. It was a strange sensation of pain and arousal coming together in an exhilarating peak of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

  Panting, I continued to steadily bounce up and down on his lap. His face contorted and he squeezed his legs together. A gasp and then a groan, and he, too, came undone. I felt the warmth flow into me as he thrust further into me, slower each time, until his head fell backward onto the seat and his member became flaccid inside me.

  I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing hea
vily. He put his hand on my butt and stroked my burning skin, then moved up to caress my back.

  “That hurt,” I mumbled.

  “I know,” he said. “But I also know it increased your pleasure.”

  Well, I couldn’t deny that. It was true. Even though the pain was bad, it actually heightened my senses, making me feel more of my orgasm.

  I lifted my legs to get off him, but he nudged me down again. “No, please … stay,” he said.

  Did he just say please?

  His hands were warm and pulled me into an embrace so loving it took me completely by surprise. His hug became fiercer as he squeezed me tighter into his chest. He soothed my skin by gently rubbing back and forth, his breathing slowly getting normal again. When his nose brushed my hair, I heard him sniff.

  Is he smelling me?

  These things he did felt much more like someone who wanted to feel their partner close. To smell and taste them, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he wanted more from me.

  Did he? No, that couldn’t be possible. Dominic was a man who just wanted to control everything around him, even his pleasure. He didn’t seem like the type to be in love. I’d never see him have a normal relationship.

  And yet something about the way he touched me, smelled me, put his lips on my neck, felt just like it. Awkwardly close.

  He gasped, cleared his throat and nudged me forward. In his eyes I saw a shimmer, almost as if tears were forming. He pushed me off to the side and put his pants back on. Turning his head to the window, he avoided my gaze.

  After I put my pants back on I just sat there, gaping at him, wondering what his problem was. I didn’t understand any of that. First he only wanted me as a sex toy, I was okay with that, but just now it was like he tried to form a connection with me, which he abruptly ended. His watery eyes looked like he was reminiscing something. I could see it was because of what he did to me. For an instant, something changed about him, but I couldn’t tell what.

  Is he actually contemplating to let me be more than just his sub? Or is he afraid?

  Whatever it was, I needed to find out.

  Chapter 3